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Calm was the raging sea: it prattled beside the prow;
Hand over hand the night climbed out of the burning West,
And the lights of the little port were winking under the brow,
And a bright eye opened and flashed in the window I loved the best.
Hand over hand the night climbed out of the burning West,
And the lights of the little port were winking under the brow,
And a bright eye opened and flashed in the window I loved the best.
It was then that he crept upon me; the hillside swooned from its place
And the stars swung loose in the night at the crash of the murderous blow;—
I could have borne to drown, with the raging wind in my face,
To sob in the seething billow, and sink to the peace below;
And the stars swung loose in the night at the crash of the murderous blow;—
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To sob in the seething billow, and sink to the peace below;
But to die by a treacherous thrust, with the harbour-lights on the wave,
To be rolled like a log in the surf, where the pebbles chafe and hiss,
To be hurried, a nameless horror, ah God! to a half-dug grave,
What essence of bodiless joy is recompense meet for this?
To be rolled like a log in the surf, where the pebbles chafe and hiss,
To be hurried, a nameless horror, ah God! to a half-dug grave,
What essence of bodiless joy is recompense meet for this?
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